Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 97

Chapter 97 People Cannot See Their Own Emotions Clearly

I was freakin' out and grabbed Ethan's arm.

"You good? Don't scare me like that."

Ethan slumped over the steering wheel, but he reached out and grabbed my hand. "I'm fine. Chill."

He looked like he was about to pass out, but he said he was fine? Just as I was about to lose it, someone knocked on the window. A traffic cop was there, telling us we couldn't park and had to move. I begged him for help. A few traffic cops helped Ethan out, but he couldn't even stand up straight and started puking blood. I was so freaked out that I don't even remember how we got into the cop's car and rushed to Grace Hospital.

Turns out, it was acute gastric bleeding. The doc said it was a good thing we got him there in time; any later, and he could've bled out. When they brought Ethan back to the ward, he was awake but pale as a ghost, hooked up to an IV.

I'd never seen him so weak. I just stood there, frozen by the bed, scared out of my mind.

He looked at me and reached out. "Come here."

I walked over, and he pulled me to sit by the bed, placing my hand on his chest. "I'm really okay."

My eyes were stinging, probably red too. "The doc said your stomach didn't get messed up overnight. You must've been ignoring it for ages."

Ethan looked at me and gave a weak smile. "I'm a guy. If I made a fuss over every little pain, wouldn't that make me seem weak?"

"Illness doesn't care if you're a guy. Can you stop being so dumb?" I was still in shock, and his casual tone was driving me nuts. He gave me a weak, goofy smile.

"You're still smiling?" I glared at him.

Ethan pulled me to lean on his chest, his deep voice rumbling.

"Emily, I can tell you're worried about me. That makes my day!"

I was really scared. Even now, thinking about it makes my heart race.

What if he had been too weak to hit the brakes? What if he had been alone and no one noticed?

Too many what-ifs, and I didn't want to think about them.

Ethan held my shoulders and made me look up, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Come here, let me make you feel better." He cupped the back of my head and pulled me in, our lips meeting. Maybe 'cause he was weak, his kiss was super gentle. I kissed back even softer, pouring all my worry into it.

We only pulled apart when we heard a light cough.

Standing at the door was Jason, wearing a lab coat.

Ethan didn't seem to care, but I felt my face heat up as I got up to pour some water.

Jason strolled in, hands in his pockets, giving Ethan a look. "Thought you were invincible, huh? Now look at you."

Ethan tried to sit up, so I adjusted the bed and handed him a cup of warm water.

Ethan chuckled and cursed, "Can't you cut me some slack? I'm still a patient here."

why Ethan's stomach

breakfast. When he was younger, Martin could still keep him in check, but

got mad, he'd skip meals for days, using almost self-destructive ways to cope. He started drinking to numb the pain in his teens. When he

laundry in front

my

it most, Ethan must've drowned all his sadness and

sadness and forced a smile. "So you were

looked at me and grinned.

a bit, Lacey and Ethan's assistant showed up, giving updates on the company's situation

flipping through documents and signing

mask on, not letting anyone see his soft side

Lacey said to Jason, "I didn't drive here. Mind giving

up straight, took off his lab coat, and draped it

them walking

looking at?" Ethan's

jumped and turned to see Ethan still looking handsome in his hospital gown. "Why'd you get out

"It's just a stomach thing,

asked, "Don't you think

figures disappearing

head and looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

his

need a matchmaker. If not, even if you tie 'em together, they'll eventually

With my woman's intuition, I felt

their own feelings clearly and

"Good

grabbed some oatmeal. After Ethan ate, he

out for some fresh air. Passing by the water room, I saw someone who looked

bottle and walked down

follow

door was open, and I could

who fetched the water helped a woman in bed sit up, opened a lunch box, and fed her spoonful by

bites, the elderly woman

I realize I had been standing there,

the

was at

put down the lunch box and sat to

eyes on me,

"Emily, come sit."

because they were people I had once called

the stool by the bed and

taking it one day at

mess between Arthur and

I, once so close,

the most tragic figures in this

bedridden, they could only rely on each other. It

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